Dork Diaries Book 2 Novels & Stories

Zoe’s pov I swim deeper into the underwater ruin. The water feels cold around me. Old stone walls cover in green algae. My flashlight beam cuts through the dark. I see a big crack in the floor. I try to swim over it. But my foot slips. I fall through the crack. Water rushes past me as I drop. I hit a deeper chamber. Bubbles rise from my mouth. I kick to swim up. Something grabs my ankle. It's slimy and cold. I look down. A thick tentacle wraps around my leg. It's green and covered in slick mucus.

I inwardly rolled my eyes I know that dummy. My partner Bethany Cooks mainly sits on her fat ass, filing her long names, and told me she wouldn't do the dissecting because it would ruin her Tasmanian nails. Some partner is, and now she's home with food poisoning. Karma. I am not sure whether that is true or not. She is just lazy. I couldn't keep my eyes off him and study his serious face while dissecting a frog. It made my whole body hot. I had to squeeze my thighs together.

I pounced on her from behind bringing her down to the ground and we began to wrestle again with our grunts filling the air. "Give it back!" I protested trying to free her fingers from it. "Grow up Orian! You are not going to die if I read your stupid diary." "And you are not going to die if you do not end up reading it you dolt." "I might be sick if I do not read it, do you want me sick?" "You are already sick in the head, what difference does it make?"

Next thing I know, I’m back in the dark aisle of bookshelves and Aiden is looking at me. “Mojito? Are you okay?”

My central nervous system was collapsing into total dark-mode. My eyes locked onto the empty glass container on the iron table. The water had been heavily laced with a high-grade military paralyzing sedative. Desperate to maintain a single line of defense, I bit down on my lower lip until the metallic taste of blood burst across my tongue, but the chemical tide was absolute. I tried to unleash a territorial roar, but the output emerged as nothing more than a broken, breathless whimper against her shoulder. "Mother... did your line... drug my wolf?"

The more I read, the more I felt as though I knew even less about its mysterious contents. Frustrated by my lack of progress, I slammed the book shut and looked up to find Dora watching me with a knowing smile. "What?" I asked, puzzled by her expression. Dora's smile widened as she remarked, "I'm surprised you made it this far. Many would have given up earlier," she noted, gesturing to the number of pages I had managed to turn. I sighed in exasperation. "To be honest, I do not even remember what this book was talking about. How am I supposed to learn my powers if I can't even understand a simple book?"

I throw the green leather diary back on the pile of books and spin around to face my best friend, Rachel Gilbert. I bought the diary for her on her eighteenth birthday two months ago when I couldn't come up with a better idea for a birthday gift because of course, I'm a crappy friend. And you can't convince me otherwise because I know even though buying a diary as a birthday gift for my bestie doesn't exactly on its own make me a crappy friend, when you consider all the ways I've failed Rachel - like hooking up with her boyfriend, Dan in sophomore year (yeah, I did that!) and lying to her about pretty much everything that mattered, you'd expect me to give her much more than a diary.

"What was the book." "Something about a boy who finds a dragon. He's been reading it for two weeks. He reads very slowly because he refuses to use a bookmark so every time he picks it up he starts from the beginning of the chapter to make sure he hasn't missed anything." Darius looked at the drawer where the letters were. "That sounds like someone who doesn't trust things to stay where he left them," he said. "Yes," she said. "It does."

I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair. And that’s when the idea struck. Slowly, deliberately, I let the book slip from my fingers. It hit the floor with a soft thud. “Oh—" I bent down immediately to pick it up and the classroom suddenly felt very quiet. Very still. I didn’t rush. Instead, I took my time reaching for the book, my skirt shifting slightly as I moved. A risky move. A deliberate move. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then— Jeff cleared his throat sharply.

I felt my spirits fall and. Thud! I jolted and looked around. Was I alone in her room? On the floor, I saw a book that seemed to have fallen out of the bookshelf after I had ravaged it for pictures. I looked at it with intrigue. There was something about it that felt familiar. I walked up to it, and as soon as I saw the cover, I felt a shiver of fear ripple through my spine. It was the diary that Dorian had thrown at me. What was it doing here?